Driving back through Indiana
At the end of February, 2024
I notice a vast, exhaustive expanse
Of aridness, an eerie,
Brown cloak of desolation
Befallen our planet on
Which we
.
Have taken to monitoring
Everything with video
Surveillance, have
Advertised marijuana
In states where it is illegal and have
Sped to the end of the
Movie
.
To see
The naked body,
Now dead, with
He** not a crashing,
Thunderous storm but an
.
Eternity of a withered abyss
Tailoring staring at oneself and
Confusing oneself with something.